Only when the powerful looked beyond the Human Territory and out across the Primal Universe did they truly realize how insignificant they were.
The Primal Universe nurtured billions of races. That had never been an exaggeration, but a very real state of affairs. This vast universe embodied the life origin great dao, and its essence was sublime beyond imagination.
The Four Peak Races, including the Human Race, the Demon Race, and the Zerg, occupied only the rich regions at the very center of the Primal Universe. From the perspective of the universe as a whole, that was merely a tiny patch of space.
In terms of territory alone, many top-tier and powerful races possessed domains no smaller than those of the peak races. Those regions were simply more barren by comparison, with thinner concentrations of universe origin energy.
The territories of the many cosmic alliances, top-tier races, and powerful races, the domains of solitary Universe's Strongest, the holdings of solitary Universe Masters, and the lands of ordinary and weaker races struggling to survive in the gaps between them... together, these regions formed the Primal Universe's current distribution of power.
The domain of the solitary Universe's Strongest known as Sitting Mountain Guest lay near the territory of the Starry Sky Beast Alliance. It was a vast, exceptionally barren stretch of space where even life could scarcely arise. No one wanted anything to do with it; even weaker races were unwilling to settle there.
But for solitary powerhouses with no races under their command, such a remote star region offered ample peace and quiet.
On this day, deep within a stretch of space in Sitting Mountain Guest's domain, a towering old man hundreds of thousands of kilometers tall sat motionless. His gaze was profound, yet he was staring into the distance without